Beyond the Divorce

Celine couldn't keep her composure. She glanced at me and calmly said, "Kenzie is serious and doesn't smile much."

"Is she the same with you?" I asked as I turned to Celine.

Although Kenzie maintained a cold and arrogant expression, I could tell from her tightly clenched fists that she was exerting a lot of effort to control herself.

When I saw that, I smirked mischievously and pulled apart Kenzie's hands that were clasped together, saying, "Don't grip your own hands so tightly. Doesn't it hurt? Why are you so at odds with yourself?"

Kenzie suddenly raised her head, and a fierce glint shot out from her eyes, piercing straight toward me. I quickly leaned into Atlas's embrace, pretending to be afraid as I said, "What's wrong? Why are you being so fierce? I was just teasing you. After all, I'm happy to be back home. Do you really have to look at me like that?"

As he glared at Kenzie, Atlas's eyes immediately turned cold like a hawk's. An indescribable chill emanated from him, sending shivers down my spine.

Kenzie quickly averted her gaze and clasped her hands tightly in front of her abdomen, bowing and taking a step back. "You've misunderstood, Madam. I was just startled by your sudden touch, and it was a reflexive reaction. I won't do it again."

"Looks like I misunderstood. But you did look very fierce just now," I insisted.

of me," she said in

seems you've reached

calm down, Madam." Kenzie bowed again, speaking

can go," Celine said coldly, giving Kenzie

immediately bowed, took two steps back, and quickly turned

through Atlas's again and walked inside. I raised an eyebrow, thinking that I had come here today to find some trouble. It was unreasonable to live so comfortably in someone else's house and still expect to be comfortable, wasn't it? I would be pleased if they were all

on a rocking chair that seemed out of place in the

it didn't look like it belonged in

importantly, an elegantly dressed old woman was seated

immediately understood that she must be the ruthless Adeline Myer, David Pierce's mistress

the old lady still had a lot of spirit. She wore an off-white silk dress, a.modern blouse, and wide-legged trousers. Her chestnut-colored hair was meticulously styled and pinned up at the back of her head in a

her age. It was clear from her hairstyle that the old witch was

her wrist, which

while she sat there rocking idly in the rocking chair.